Dongmei was a little unsure of her judgment, and curiously asked Donghuang: "Master, cut off those two pieces of flesh. I think he must be in pain, right? You see, his face is gray-white in pain, and his face is covered with pain.
It’s all covered in sweat and my whole body is shaking.”
Donghuang slapped his forehead and his face turned slightly red in embarrassment.
"Look at my memory! I forgot to give that boy an anesthetic before the operation," Donghuang complained to himself depressedly.
"What is the anesthetic? Master!" Dongmei asked curiously.
"Anesthetics are just that, when used on people, they will become unconscious. Even if you cut off the hand of the person who has been anesthetized, that person will not feel any pain. Do you understand?" Donghuang was not embarrassed to tell the two.
The girl explained and gave them an overview without hiding anything.
"That means that he could have been prevented from feeling pain just now, right?" Haruyuki asked Donghuang first.
Donghuang didn't speak, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and nodded sheepishly.
When the little beggar who woke up from the pain heard Dong Huang's explanation, he wanted to jump up and fight Dong Huang, but then he fainted from the pain again.
"Then we can give him anesthesia now. Will it still be of use? Master!" Dongmei couldn't bear to see the beggar in such pain and stepped forward and asked.
Donghuang nodded, picked up a pen and wrote some medicinal materials on the animal skin.
"Follow the above method and make him into a paste. Just apply a circle around the edge of the wound. Ah! I'm so sleepy, let's go rest first. You two girls can do it slowly. And the magician, you go back and rest first.
"Yeah." Donghuang yawned, greeted a few people and left the room.
There was a sound of punching and kicking coming from a room in the palace, and the crackling sound kept coming.
"You're so angry with me! You're so angry with me! Dongfang Haotian, you damn ghost, you dare to talk to me like this, don't let me seize the opportunity, I will definitely scratch you alive if I catch you! Ah...".
When the woman in the practice room saw the sandbag, it was as if she had seen the most irritating Dongfang Haotian. Then she directly regarded the magic cow sandbag as Dongfang Haotian and beat the magic cow sandbag desperately.
"Dongfang Haotian, how dare you tease me, ah...I'll beat, beat, beat...just go to hell! Ah!!!" There was a loud bang and a loud shout, and it was made of a piece of third-level magic cowhide.
The sandbag was beaten to a pulp.
"Whoosh".
The woman who had used up her last bit of strength fell limply to the ground like a boneless person, gasping for air.
This woman is none other than the heroine who was peeked at by Dongfang Haotian last month, the Seventh Princess Long Wei'er. This cute name perfectly matches her cute face, but it has nothing to do with her personality.
A pair of palace maids and eunuchs who were guarding the door outside heard violent noises coming from the practice room, and then exchanged words in a low voice.
"Sister, has our little princess been stimulated by something to get so angry? Two of the sandbags made by the third-level magic beast and the demon cow have been blown up tonight. Tsk, tsk, tsk... usually...
This sandbag needs to be beaten for at least half a month before it breaks down! Has the princess broken through again? This is too fast!" The eunuch asked the palace maid on the side in a sharp effeminate voice.
The palace maid couldn't help but give the eunuch a roll of her eyes, as if she hated the iron.